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They can be like a sun, words. They can do for the heart what light can for a field.

- John of the Cross

Archive for September, 2007

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And The Last Shall Be First

Friday, September 28th, 2007

But many that are first shall be last; and the last shall be first.
Mark 10:31

Whosoever shall receive one of such children in my name, receiveth me: and whosoever shall receive me, receiveth not me, but him that sent me.
Mark 9:37

And whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant.
Matthew 20:27

No one better than […]

Burma!

Thursday, September 27th, 2007

The situation is worsening. Please check out this site for up to the minute info (thank you, Linda). People are dying.
Latest reports indicate that the military junta have stepped up the crackdown. Hundreds of monks have been arrested, many forcibly taken from their monasteries. Sounds of beating and cries of pain are heard from within the walls of the monasteries.
An Amnesty International action for […]

Eyes Wide Open (EWO) #3

Wednesday, September 26th, 2007

I feel a rather urgent need to plead for prayers and/or love-sending (whatever it is you compassionate non-theists do) for a blog-friend and her son. I don’t know anything about psychiatry or psychiatric drugs, but what this young man is going through is heart breaking. Please go to nobodhi’s blog, where you will find a picture […]

Pride Goeth Before Destruction, And An Haughty Spirit Before A Fall * (Part II)

Tuesday, September 25th, 2007

 Moses was a very humble man, more humble than any man on the face of the earth.
-Numbers 12:3
Humility comes from the Latin humilis meaning low or earth (humus). You could say humility means of the earth.*

Here is a sampling of teachings on humility. This list is not exhaustive (I did not become a religion expert overnight):
Taoism
All […]

Wouldn’t'cha Know It?

Monday, September 24th, 2007

So I’m just putting the finishing touches on my humility post, part two, when here comes Moonmaid to honor me with an award. It’s called the Break Out Blogger (BOB) Award and now I feel ooooh so hot, so super-i-or. Hmph-ha, wont’cha just look at me. (Seriously, thank you Moonmaid, I know you’re just trying to help me with […]

Pride Goeth Before Destruction, And An Haughty Spirit Before A Fall * (Part I)

Friday, September 21st, 2007

We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
-Rabindranath Tagore

I ask myself, How can I even write this? I am so not humble. SO. Well, this is how I can write it—I am so not humble. I am the perfect person to write about humility because: Would a humble person touch […]

Eyes Wide Open (EWO) #2: Books Not Bombs

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

My offerings for this week*:
What’s really been on my mind, besides medical care, is education.
This is SO on my mind because I just finished reading Three Cups of Tea, by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin. Amazing. You’ve got to read this book. Not for the literary style—in fact, you may find that lacking (ugh, who […]

Hildegard Of Bingen

Monday, September 17th, 2007

Today is Hildegard of Bingen’s Feast Day.

Cultivating the Cosmic Tree

All Beings Celebrate Creation
 
By the way, Hildegard suffered from migraines; some scholars have postulated that her amazing visions were, in reality, migraine auras (hmmm . . . my auras somehow never look that gorgeous.)

Absence Is Bliss

Monday, September 17th, 2007

The absence of pain, that is. (Would feel particularly blissful if I’d slept more than a few hours, but I’ll gladly settle.)
The headache started Saturday evening. I hoped it would fade with sleep. At 3:00 the intensity woke me and I downed three ibuprofen. I noticed the drug start to work after about thirty minutes. […]

Praying, by Mary Oliver

Friday, September 14th, 2007

It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

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